It’s hard work
Friday, May 22, 2020
The first two weeks of online teaching went OK, at least with only the sorts of failures that other teachers are experiencing. Adapting my teaching to a different medium is strenuous, and my computer feels as if it’s overloaded, or at least the system provided by the school is. It creaks and slows down and occasionally freezes, so it feels as if prep takes twice as long. I frequently work twelve hours in a day and it’s difficult to take a day off. Taking care of a somewhat disabled DH at the same time has not added too much difficulty, but it adds interruptions I didn’t have when working in my office at school.
Things must gradually get into a routine and get easier, but I imagined a relaxed last year before retirement, and at sixty-nine, I think my health is more important than my job. Thoughts of quitting cross my mind but it’s ten weeks of this to put up with, and most other teachers are struggling just as much. I learn some interesting things, and I admire the patience of my students. Still at times I feel I’m experiencing what some people are saying, that the measures to deal with the pandemic have their own risks to health. At least I’m fortunate that I’ve got to an age where whether I quit early or not, it doesn’t make much difference to my finances. I suppose I’ll get through this kicking and complaining as I usually do, but nevertheless get through it.